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[Something's not quite right here, so naturally, it really must be wrong. After all, who just leaves a scrumptious looking triple layer cake with butter cream frosting just sitting on a table in the middle of a street? Certainly not a dorky not-quite-alive replica on the look out for specimens that honestly thinks humans are dumb enough to fall for this. Nope, not at all.]

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[ It's debatable whether this is more kinky than being in a cage, but it does get a stronger reaction out of Asch; he's a veritable chorus of yelps and protests, with a muted growl scattered between. And that's to say nothing of his squirming. Luke's little birdy would've flown the coop if he didn't have superhuman strength. ]

Only to you. ...and you'd better not leave any marks!

[Asch could probably feel the grin on Luke's face as he pulled away, his tongue slipping out to lap at the area he was biting.]

Too late. Should have spoken sooner.

[ Oh yes, he can. He can feel that grin along with the smug attitude. Which is why he fails to stop and think before smacking the back of Luke's head with all the force he can muster. ]

Damn it--!!

[ If he ever needs to break down a door, he knows whose head he's using for a battering ram. ]

[Dammit, Asch. Quit being so damn cute. You're not supposed to be the cute one.]

[Luke snorted in amusement, giving Asch a placating kiss.]

Mm... I love you.

[ He's not cute, for crying out loud! One of these days he needs to make a list of Rules and Facts, starting with "I am not cute" and "I am not a fucking bird, you stupid dreck". ]

[ Asch doesn't reciprocate right off the bat, still shaking the pain from his sore hand and glaring accusatory daggers. ]

So glad to amuse.

[And the very last rule would be never listen to anything Asch says, because he usually doesn't mean it.]

[Luke just smiled warmly, casually rubbing the knee between the original's legs like it was no big deal.]

I mean it, you know.

[ Only when yelling is involved, for the most part. ]

[ It's one hell of a big deal to Asch; his mind and body are in conflict with each other, one telling him to stay and enjoy himself for once, the other demanding he be sensible and get the hell out of dodge. Choices, choices. ]

...I know you do.

[ Which is a problem in itself to some degree. ]

[Luke smiled, a real genuine smile, kissing Asch briefly, before snuggling up against him.]

[His birdie.]

[ Stop that. Quit being adorable and non-threatening, Luke. It only makes the crazy harder to deal with. ]

[ Though maybe that's not such a bad thing right now. Asch can't claim the company or physical contact is unwelcome, not when he's got both arms wrapped around Luke and is using his head for a pillow. ]

[What? He can still be adorable and non-threatening when he wants to be, and he knows you like it to. Luke smiled at Asch's closeness, snuggling up closer to him.]

Don't let me go this time. Okay?

[ Well, yes, but it's still rather unsettling when that cute face gets all devious and... Dist-y. Yuck. Asch ruffles his feather at that thought. ]

I won't so long as you don't make every inch of my skin red. [ He can feel that hickey, you know. ]

[Luke chuckled.]

As tempting as that is, and as tasty as you are, I much rather you stay pretty.

...I'm not sure whether I'm more disturbed by the fact you consider me "pretty" or tasty. It's a very close call.

[ Asch finally seem to notice the new location and raises a quizzical brow. Just what are you plotting, you fiend? ]

[The fact that he had been two seconds away from ripping your clothes off wasn't a clue?]

Of course you're pretty. You're my angel.

[ Other than the usual. You're supposed to be a creative genius here! ]

[ Even Asch can't find it in him to complain about a compliment like that; not when part of what Luke said has him turning pink. ]

Hmph...

[Luke smiled.]

My stubborn angel that doesn't want to admit he's as wonderful as he is.

[Sorry, he can't help but kiss you when you're being adorable.]

Keep it up and my ego might end up the same size as yours.

[ That works for him, though he scoffed a bit before returning the kiss. Such blatant praise is just plain awkward these days. ]

[Luke chuckled.]

Mm... if that happens, I'll have to surgically remove some.

Speaking of removing...

[He slid his finger tips under the lip of Asch's pants.]

These need to go already, don't you agree?

Not that I don't trust your precision with a scalpel, but I would prefer to keep intact whatever body parts I currently have.

And I wouldn't say they need to...

[ Though whether he wants them to go is another question entirely. One leaning towards an affirmative judging by the subtle lifting of his hips and the fact his hands are fiddling with Luke's hakama. ]

Mm... Fortunately, I also like you in one piece.

[Those hands grow a little bit bolder when Asch moves his hips, slipping in all the way and cupping his ass.]

Can't tell you how relieved I am to hear it...

[ This time Asch doesn't jump, instead just shifting around for a better position to untie that crazy contraption masquerading as pants. Seriously. It's like all replicas have some form of chastity belt between that belt buckle and baggy pants. ]

[It's to keep devilish originals from putting hands in new places. Not like this Luke hasn't had hands in interesting places before, but that's beside the point.]

[He chuckled at Asch's issues with his pants, nipping at his neck playfully.]

[ Damn hypocritical replicas. And since when does that even count as a "new" place when it's totally their favorite path to take whenever they get together? ]

[ Asch kept himself from tearing at the stupid fabric, though a irritated growl escaped his control. ]

This uniform of yours has to be the stupidest outfit ever...

[Luke snorted at that, reaching back and unlooping that one loop that made getting his belt off much easier. He placed the piece of fabric in Asch's hand, before settling his own on Asch's hip.]

Blame Aizen. He's the one that makes us wear these ridiculous uniforms.

[ Ah, so that was the problem. He'd have to keep that in mind for next time. ...not that he was planning ahead or such. Though it couldn't hurt. ... Why does his brain think these crazy things. ]

Hnn. You could always refuse to wear it. [ A slight smirk. ] I would think you might enjoy seeing what kind of reaction you could get from being out of uniform.

[ Asch finished untying the criss-crossing mystery belt and let it drop with a look of mild disappointment - there wasn't much use for it, still being attached to Luke's pants. ]

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and thus I spend way too much time trying to figure out the parts of a hakama...